I lose myself ...among wildflowers..
I mind-cut through the rust of mundane thoughts...
resuscitating words and laying them out in the radiance
of the sun.
the sun seeps gold
through my hair....awakening
slumberous reflections..
words shape themselves...cutting through the miasma..
my gut goes candid..I retreat into where I bleed alone..
holding on tightly to the unwavering companionship of
my fervor..
an organic wind
carries syllables to me..
I play my pen
a quill haloed by mentors of destiny..destiny slams its
door..like a zealot with the devil in his eyes.
words course through the
virgin of my sternere..
I have come home...
#haibun

She didn't say anything.Why wasn't she saying anything?
But she had.She just couldn't hear her.She had always heard her through her heart, and now
it was frozen to her cheeks.He lifted her up as her chest was caving in.He sang instead. The words she had taught him when they met,
years before.
The ones she had heard from her mother's friend. Before they
never saw him again."Little girl, there's safer ground..."
That ground. Rising up out of the sea of him.

Lyrics:
mother they are coming again
they come to shoot what we already lost
mother they are coming again
our silver covered by their rust
father they are coming again
they come to jail the things that i have seen
father they are coming again
burning minds to keep the ruin clean
no one is around
„little girl there’s safer ground
follow the sea and you will find that place
little girl there’s safer ground
come take your years and put them in their hands“

I have been trying to catch up on some reading and came across a blog post by Raili Tanska at soul gifts. It’s an absolutely fascinating read about Ancient Music.

I have been going to alternative health practitioners for years, and am a fan of colour and music therapy, well, all therapies, quite frankly, based on the fact that everything has its own frequency. I find it fascinating, being a practising Christian, that the story of creation emphasises sound as the means by which God created. And now in our times of electromagnetic pollution and overload, how powerful these therapies can be.

Last year when I visited my naturopath, he played some music based on the musical principles explained in this article. The person who produced the music had come to the conclusion in his research that the Biblical story of young David, playing music for King Saul to relieve his suffering when tormented by an evil spirit, was most likely based on this as well. Regardless of what you believe, I think it is very interesting the wisdom and learning that has been lost over the centuries. (I even read something years ago that the ancient Egyptians practised the art of levitation using sound waves. Wish it would improve my memory. I have no idea now where I read that.)

she puts her black dress on
in the dark,
anxious nails red and messy
in their early-morning artistry.
he left the candle burning
in the winter window –
vanilla and cinnamon
on a Sunday evening,
tears and vodka
on a Monday morning.
last week’s relief
breathes
into tonight’s regrets,
but the shadowy smear
on the glass
is all that is left of him.

When I was little, this was the recording of Godspell our family owned. There were only a couple of songs I liked on there, and this was, by far, my favourite. (I saw the movie once and didn’t like it. I have a sneaking suspicion it was because there were clowns 😉 …well, at least one, ironically, singing this lovely song). But I still love this song, and it popped into my head today after reading the news.

This is still my favourite version. It’s really beautiful. The longing in her voice got into my bone marrow. And it’s intriguing. So I thought I’d share it, for those interested, in case you haven’t heard this one.